Monday 11 March 2013

My Wretched Humanity


I can't look at you anymore
My reflection is just too strong
Your feet on the floor
Perfect widow's song
I can't understand anymore
All what I am is slowly dying
Surface to rotting core
All those bones are crying
Have I so miserably failed
Deciding to live
Have I killed myself instead.

The death of flesh yields graves
The death of souls start eternity
And all what this world prevails
Is my past's stench of rancid sanity

The temples of lust are blind
Rejecting all suns that beckoned
The Captive lovers grind
Consumed deities sickened
I can exhale your sin no more
All my fear is petrifying
Heaven to hell's door
All in the ground are lying
Abandoned near the fallen stone
A haunted effigy
Wasting in grey fields alone.

The death of flesh yields graves
The death of souls start eternity
And all what this world prevails
Is my past's stench of rancid sanity
That wretched humanity.

I remain a self-consumed slave of love
Forgotten poet with untold pain
A sinner guilty of forbidden worship
How can I see the sun again?

Will death of flesh yield a grave?
Or will I rot for eternity?
And if my soul in love prevails
Can I count on my clear insanity?

The death of flesh yields the graves
The death of souls start eternity
And all what this world prevails
Is My past's stench of rancid sanity.
My wretched humanity.

Promise of forever


And love is but a feather
Spiraling in my heart's wind
The words yellow frail heather
That with golden sun blend
Disappear in the lonely rays
As I disappear in your kiss
That of angels or devils play
On an endless passion bliss
Like unquenchable thirst by a river
I drink up your slow turning wine
For a stingy pleasing shiver
At your promise of forever
Comes bursting out a world
From a simple word
"Love, you're mine"

The Actress



Good Mister, forgive me
For I did not mean to love you
I am but a miller's daughter
Who dreamed to be free
But the how I never knew, 
Forgive my rude tone,
I was raised under a bridge
And then in jewels and stone
You dressed me, 
I became your own- A refuge 
Is what you gave me, here
In a new fancy dress, a title,
A crown that huge,
A voice so vital, 
Forgive me, I've come too near
I never meant to be theatrical
I never meant for red eyes
Or schemes and mapped out lies
I know, my love gets hysterical,
Dearest Mister, I will leave
If you desire me to leave,
I will die without even asking why,
But please don't look as I cry
And turn the other way,
I'm afraid then I'll be denied day
And All the blessings it brings
All your collars and diamond rings
You've already plucked my feathers
I stand here unveiled, unlaced
Knee deep in invisible tethers
Threatening to let me go disgraced
If you do not forgive me, Sir,
You've been kind enough to care
About my journey from under
The bridge and into the dark
I was meant for, storm of thunder
Aimed at my back to sculpt a mark
That will be impossible to get rid of
So, be burdened not by my 
mistakes and breaks and the cry
All I ask, is for a love
Forgiven.

The Bridge Over the River


There's a bridge over the river
Obsessively devoted to the silver
of lonesome lunar nights and cold
There's a bridge wooden and old
Where I always stood a shadow
Waiting for the night to grow
Bridge that bridged my world
Bridged my wound, my word
Bridged red fire with black ice
Bridged black ice with grey stone
And I stood there lost and alone
Lost be my sun with moon's quiver
Alone be my spine and its shiver
Lost is my dying virtuous tongue,
And alone my Owl dirge be sung
Over the bridge where I stood
Where I stand, Where the wood
Smell as rotten as my silence,
As weak as my soulful guidance
From my home, a noble land
To my home, under water and sand,
And Here I stand,
Still and alive as a tree and
Violent and dead like a grave
Watching what life truly gave
Float away under my feet
With a heavy steady droning beat
Consuming me through the night
Come hither the morning light
Over the wooden bridge and river
They will be silent as can be
There will be not one trace of me
Forever and forever.

The Phoenix


Sun burning high above
What have you seen
Of heaven, O fallen Queen 
To consume us with love
So unbearably beautiful as such-
Empires crumble at the touch
Of the edge of You, 
My Sacred Flaming dove,
Preaching Insanity 
Where once was humanity
Preaching fear to the brave
Life in my comatose grave,
I am the only one
Who endures your sun
I am your messenger
To melt a world of ice
To preach along your vice
I am from your ashes
As you rise from my gashes
I live in your heart alone
You Live in my every bone
A Goddess, A Slave,
Above all the Devil in feathers
Playing the lute of what we crave
The word, the broken neck,
The kiss, the feminine wreck,
The burning leather.

Dreams of Smoking Gun


Fight of the flesh and rotting wood
Of pride- Tears are nothing more
Than self-sacrificed blood
Quenching your heart of bore
Circulating a love not spoken
In less than a thousand fear
A thousand spear- Beautifully broken,
You're a road-killed worthless deer
But why would it matter
If you're already born to die?
The noise, choice, scream and scatter
Of a hundred fields and dreams to fly
It all means nothing without a killer,
Without a demon's scourging reign
Grass of needles, a sword for a pillar
And clouds storming with wrath and pain.
"You would not have it any other way
The likes of you are allergic to the light"
Crawl back to his heart at the end of day
Drop the masks and bask in blight,
The only dreams allowed here
Are the dreams of slaves,
Those which crystallize a death clear-
Of the gashes and rotting of graves,
Those dreams that save the night,
From losing to the next sun
Those dreams that just might
As well be the his smoking gun.